Mrs. Huang took her hand and sat down on the corner of the sofa and lowered her voice: "Men can't get used to it, if you wash it for the first time, you will have a second time." Washing dishes hurts hands, and women better not wash dishes. Huang Hui has been doing the dishwashing since he was eight years old, and he is a good hand at housework......"

Feng Feng smiled dumbly, and suddenly had more affection for this fat woman.

The tension disappeared completely.

"Xiaofeng, it's noisy on TV, let's go into the study and talk."

"Oh, yes, aunt."

The study downstairs is larger than the upstairs one, and is shared by the Huang couple. As soon as he entered, Feng Feng immediately saw a stack of daily newspapers and several magazines with the largest circulation in City C next to his desk.

Mrs. Huang smiled: "Xiaofeng, I am your fan, and I collect every column you write." ”

"Hehe, thank you aunt for your love."

"However, I heard Huang Hui talk about you before I read your column. Honestly, I was thrilled to learn that you would be coming to our house. I am a history teacher, and due to various restrictions, the current textbooks rarely mention this stage of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. I checked a lot of information, and I thought I knew a lot, until I read the column you wrote, and I realized that there was so much rich content that I had never heard of, Xiaofeng, we have to discuss it this time......"

Feng Feng immediately became interested, what could be more exciting than meeting a bosom friend?

The two hit it off at first sight, and they were like-minded, and they chatted endlessly.

In the living room, Huang Hui came out of the dishes and watched TV with his father.

He looked at it for a while, and his eyes kept drifting to the door of the study, but the door of the study was closed, and he didn't know what they were talking about inside. He wanted to see it, but he felt presumptuous.

Seeing that his son was restless, Mr. Huang smiled and untied his tie and put it aside: "Son, I really sympathize with you." ”

My father said sympathy, but why was there a little "schadenfreude" in his eyes?

"Hehe, I've never seen such an unethical old lady, my son brought his girlfriend home, and my son didn't care about saying a few thoughtful words, but he was bullied by his mother to talk and laugh, haha, son, who told you to bring back an idol of your wife?"

Huang Hui deliberately pretended to be sad: "I see that my status in my mother's mind has seriously declined. ”

Mr. Huang was dismissive: "You don't pretend to be pitiful, I was forced to wear a suit to cook today, have you ever seen a man who is inferior to your old man?" I'm sacrificing all this for you, and tomorrow you'll have to play a few games of chess with me to compensate......"

Mr. Huang is not good at chess, but he loves to play chess. Playing chess is such a thing, you have to pay attention to talent, not the older you get, the more powerful you are, your son will surpass his level at the age of 10, and every time he is caught as a sparring partner, it is simply miserable.

Huang Hui shouted: "You lose every time, I can't win." No, I'll just accompany you for the next game......"

He stretched out his finger and bargained: "Three plates." ”

"Two sets at most."

"Deal."

The father and son looked at the door of the study at the same time, and Mr. Huang whispered, "Do you think your wife will ask her to sign it?" ”

“1000？”

"Just 1,000 yuan, I bet I will sign ......"

Huang Hui was about to answer, when he suddenly heard the door of the study squeak open, and his mother and Feng Feng had already come out.

"What are you two talking about me again?"

Huang Huiqiang couldn't help laughing: "Don't dare." His gaze fell on Feng Feng, and he was relieved to see Feng Feng smiling and in good spirits.